A/N: Hi y'all munchkins!!! How are y'all? :) So this chapter is more like a filler chapter. I'm having the so called writer's block at this moment so please forgive me. My best friend made it entertaining for y'all! Love y'all! I would also appreciate for some feedbacks and suggestions if you have these in mind. :)
Thank u for reading and continue reading.. I (I know it's redundant. eek. :D )
LOVE Y'ALL! ENJOY READING! :)
Lots of Love,
Ien_nee xoxo
CHAPTER 4
~ZAYN’S POV~
Just as I stepped on the porch, I heard voices inside the house.
Niall and I are staying over to his aunt’s house for a week.
He missed his aunt and cousin and begged me to stay with him since he refused to live for a week with two moody women. Since I’m a good and supportive friend, I decided to grant his request. Though I admit it might have to do with a guest room is full of mirrors.
“I KNEW it.! You like her.!” I’m pretty sure the voice belonged to Lizzie.
I heard someone mumble a denial. Before I knew what I was doing, I took off my shoes and tiptoed to the door, putting my ear flat against it.
“ADMIT IT.!” I winced at the sudden shriek, retracting my head from the door and glaring at it.
“Wow, you have great imagination Lizzie. Maybe you should write a story and upload it on Wattpad.” I know that voice anywhere. I often hear it yelling for food. No other than Niall Horan himself.
“Hey! Stop throwing fruits at me! I’m not freaking Fruit Ninja.!” Niall yelped in pain as I assume that his cousin successfully hit him with a fruit.
“Ouch! Niall! You just threw an orange at my head! You jerk!”
“You started it.!”
“I’m telling mom!”
Oh god.
I can’t handle a stuck-up girl and two 4 year olds playing real live fruit ninja in one night.
Barging through the door, I placed myself between them.
“Okay, okay! Stop the fighting children, it’s not good to throw fruits in other people’s faces” I lectured
Everything seemed to stop for a second, then all of a sudden, all of the fruits were flying towards me. WHY THE HECK IS THERE SO MUCH FRUITS IN HERE?!
While struggling to get the hell out of there, I heard a glass break.
Everyone stopped throwing fruits and immediately sought out the cause of the sound
There, in the floor beside my feet is my mirror. Broken into tiny pieces that can never be mended.
I knelt beside my mirror. Or what’s the left of it, at least.
“No. This can’t be!!” I whispered in despair.
I felt Niall’s hand hold my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. “I’m so sorry mate”
“She was so young…” Putting my face in my hands as I mourned. “We have to take her to the hospital! Maybe it isn’t too late!” I started to stand up when I saw Niall shaking his head
“Look at her mate, I’m so sorry, I believe she won’t make it.”
I know I’m being overly dramatic. But it made them stop fighting. I know. I’m a genius!
